Forced to Match the Movements [FFM, predicament, machine]

Esma was always insatiable after a big night out. As the yellow of the sun began to pierce through the gaps in the curtains, both girls came-to gently. Fuzzy memories of the night before danced around their blurry minds, the taste of tequila still dark on their tongues. It wasn’t long before Ashley spotted the wicked look in Esma’s eye.

Last night they crashed as soon as they got home, they never really had drunk sex – despite how horny Ashley would get when buzzed – because Esma was always too sleepy. On the other hand, Esma loved hungover morning sex and was already letting her hands roam Ashley’s incredible figure through the thin silky pajamas. She ran her dainty fingers up Ashley’s taut stomach up to the swelling orbs of her chest, gently tracing her fingers over the hardening nipples. Another hand groped Ashley’s ripe little ass, trailing down the spongy soft skin of her slender legs.

Ashley’s skin was pale and creamy, lightly dusted with tiny freckles. The most concentrated freckles were across her nose, trailing to those irresistible pillowy cheeks. She was adorable. How could someone be so cute in their mid-twenties? Esma was always struck but how beautiful her partner was. Those shimmering blue eyes, and her dirty blonde hair, combined with her sizable tits and sensational figure – it was a dangerous combination.

Despite Esma’s heavy petting, Ashley did not feel sexy in the slightest. Her head was thumping and her mouth felt impossibly dry. So she resorted to her usual solution, slipping her hand into Esma’s pajama bottoms to find her wet slit with her fingers. Ashley rubbed teasingly at the hot swollen little nub of Esma’s clit, borrowing moisture from the hole below to lubricate the motions. Esma began a low moan almost immediately, as if she had been waiting for her touch for hours. Even with slow rhythmic rubbing like this, Esma could cum in a matter of minutes. It was so easy for her, Ashley was always jealous of that ability.

Now she was getting really handsy though, digging her sharp nails into Ashley’s ass, clawing up her bare back and latching at her hair with her spare hand. She knew what was coming next, Esma beginning to push down gently on her head. She wanted Ashley’s mouth, and what Esma wants, Esma gets. Crawling down the bed, Ashley pushed the duvet aside and trailed kisses down Esma’s warm dark skin. The sweet scent of her sex soon filled Ashley’s senses, pulling away her panties to get better access. Even the initial cautionary lick up her wet hole was enough to draw a loud moan from Esma. She was soaking wet now, it was as good a way as any for Ashley to cure her cotton-mouth.

She went to work right away, slurping and sucking at Esma’s wet snatch, staring up at her with those wide-eyes to check she was doing a good job. This was one of her favourite vantage points to admire Esma’s body. She was a bit skinnier than Ashley, with naturally dark almond skin and luscious long black hair. Esma was utterly stunning, the kind that turned heads wherever she went, with her brilliant white smile and dark sultry eyes. It was like her face was built for flirtation, naturally seductive with those long lashes and full lips. She could see that winning smile now, peering down at her through Esma’s small perky little tits, her tight inviting nipples now rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.

She pulled her legs up, wrapping them lightly around Ashley’s head, gripping at her hair to pull her in closer to Esma’s pussy. She was moaning loudly, trembling with oncoming pleasure before erupting in a full-body orgasm. Ashley didn’t cease her onslaught on Esma’s little hole, and kept licking away like she knew Esma loved. Sliding two digits into her tight entrance, she found her g-spot and rubbed at it roughly whilst continuing to suck and lick at her clit. The effect was ecstatic groaning and bucked hips from Esma, squealing as her pussy tightened into another huge orgasm, this time punctuating the peak by squirting hot wet juices all over Ashley’s face. She didn’t stop, still licking hard and fast to bring Esma to one final huge shivering climax around Ashley’s curled fingers.

“Oh fuck, you’re fucking amazing!” cried Esma, softening and easing back into the bed as Ashley pulled her fingers free, wiping her face of the juices. She did taste fucking good. Now Ashley was even a little wet, but there was no chance of getting anything out of Esma now, she pulled the covers back over her in the drowsy afterglow of bliss.

After a little snuggling to ferry Esma back to sleep, Ashley clambered out of bed and sought out her small pink backpack. Despite the fact they always went back to Esma’s place, she still didn’t have a drawer here so she usually brought a bag with a few bits. She picked out some nice underwear and a floral-print sundress, fishing out a matching headband and pink ankle-socks. Then, snatching up one of Esma’s towels she went for a shower.

Getting Esma up and out of the house by early afternoon wasn’t easy, but soon she was clean and tugging on a tight black bodycon dress, with black strappy heels and gold jewellery. Esma favoured big hoop earrings, and big jingly metal cuff-like bracelets. As she went to reach for a black choker, Ashely stopped her.

“Esma, you are not wearing that. These are my colleagues!” she said, as assertively as she could muster. It still came out soft and pleading. “It’s at a bowling alley, not a bar.”

“Why are you even going to this thing? You don’t even like Meena.” Esma shot back, still holding the choker around her thin throat, considering it in the mirror. Perhaps it was a bit too glam for the occasion?

“No I love Meena! She’s really sweet, I’m gonna miss her.” said Ashley, “She just cannot control the kids in her class. They’re feral!”

The idea of spending her Saturday with a bunch of teachers in a bowling alley made Esma groan internally. What a waste of a weekend. She was missing a great rave for this, but Ashley had argued they had gone with Esma’s choice for the last however-many weekends so it was her turn. Why were Ashley’s social events always so lame? Still, hopefully the bowling place had a bar. She tried to remind herself that she didn’t loathe all of Ashley’s workmates.

They arrived in good time, waltzing over to the allocated bowling lane fully equipped with drinks in one hand, and gifts in the other. Thankfully no-one seemed to be bothering with bowling shoes. Their entrance garnered a loud greeting from the small group, all eyes on them as they approached. They made an odd pair, Ashley dressed girlishly in her flowery sundress and pink-pumps, whilst Esma was head-to-toe black with gold accents, only highlighted by her dark skin and features.

“Ashley! You made it!” cried a few people Esma didn’t recognise. She smiled politely as she was introduced. Esma tried not to groan aloud when she spotted someone she knew bounding over to greet them, a preppy young teacher in a checkered flannel green shirt.

“Hey! Long time no see!” Rich said, reaching out for a handshake. Esma placed her hand on his shoulder instead, kissing him on the cheek. Rich was one of Ashley’s best work friends, but Esma found him dreadfully boring. She enjoyed messing with him at every opportunity, and his unreciprocated handshake now pressed into her taut stomach as she leaned into him. He fumbled and retracted it sharply, his cheeks flushing red.

“Yeah, how are you?” she asked him. She assumed his comment was meant as a subtle dig, no doubt Ashley had been complaining to him about how Esma never came along to these work events; they were close like that. He driveled on about his classwork while Esma listened dutifully, waiting patiently for a rescue from Ashley who had had already wandered off elsewhere. Thank god she already had a drink, sipping exaggeratedly from the straw of her vodka tonic at least gave her something to do while she pretended to care.

Dull as he was to listen too, Rich wasn’t bad to look at. He was tall, a hardy frame complete with thick arms and broad shoulders. He was boyish, with curly brown hair and a thin layer of fuzzy facial hair. He had dimples when he smiled – which was often – a chirpy sort of guy, too cheery to be normal, but probably perfect mannerisms for a teacher. She had long suspected that he had a bit of a thing for Ashley. They hung out a lot at work, and had even started gyming together in recent months. They reasoned that it was close enough to school for them to go together before work. She didn’t really mind, it was sweet, especially given Ashley had never shown even the slightest interest in the opposite sex. She knew his type, he liked to long for girls that weren’t interested. An addict of unrequited-love. Most amusing of all was that Ashley seemed clueless of his infatuation.

Soon another few of the teachers came to join Rich and Esma, introducing themselves with raised glasses and phony smiles. Esma was doing her best not to outwardly roll her eyes, and even from across the room Ashley could tell she was making an effort. One of her favourite things about Esma was her ability to mingle, she didn’t need to be shepherded at an event like this. Ashley was a social butterfly, and there was nothing she hated more in a mate than having to lug them around a party, like a weight chained to her leg.

As Ashley and Meena chatted away about her new role, she couldn’t help but steal glances over to Esma and the group she was standing with. They had been talking a while now, onto their third set of drinks. Rich had even gotten her a round, he was good like that. Now they were laughing loudly, Esma lightly touching someone’s upper arm with each giggling-fit. She always got flirty after a few drinks. It was automatic. She was all loose shoulders and doe-eyes under fluttery lashes, shooting them that wide brilliant smile that won everyone over. Ashley was barely listening to Meena now.

Strangely, very few people seemed to actually be playing bowling, most more interested in the arcade off to the side, or the bar. Some guys emerged to chat to Meena having finished a bout of air-hockey and Ashley took the opportunity to excuse herself and get another drink. She stocked up with three glasses of wine, and joined Esma’s huddle unassumingly, handing Rich and her girlfriend a glass each.

“Hey you!” Esma blurted gleefully, her breath heavy with vodka, “We were just saying we should check out the arcade games!”

Rich and Ashley exchanged greeting smiles with a light nod, before agreeing to try out the games. Ashley was happy to have any excuse to get Esma away from the group before she made a fool of herself. Despite having never actually been with a man, after a few drinks Esma would flirt with just about anyone. Usually it was harmless, but at its worst she had been known to escalate to a sloppy snog with guys on the dance floor, and Ashley couldn’t bear the thought of seeing that play out between Esma and her work friends.

They excused themselves, and the three of them wandered over to the arcade, weaving through the array of various machines. All bright colours, flashing lights and a cacophony of music, beeping and barking buzzers. Rich paused at a shooter-game, but before he could suggest it, Esma had spotted something she liked the look of, grabbing Ashley’s hand and pulling her over.

“We have to do this!” she exclaimed, dragging them off to a big white photo booth in the corner. It was larger than most, with a proper door rather than the usual curtain. It boasted a broad selection of backgrounds and funky filters, with a green-screen inside. Clearly, Esma wasn’t asking, opening the door and slinking into the booth right away. Rich shrugged in Ashley’s direction and followed. It was a little cramped, but seemed to be designed for three occupants, so Ashley joined too and closed the door behind her. Rich was squashed between them, all three of them placing their wine down on the shelf provided.

The booth was entirely white except for the green backdrop and a plastic bench for them to sit on. A small touchscreen was above the shelf in front of them, flashing and demanding payment. Rich graciously pulled out his card and tapped it to the reader, loading up some credits and bringing the system to life. Their faces appeared on screen, each outlined by a glowing circle as if scanning them. It began counting down immediately from five.

“Oh, shit okay!” said Esma, quickly posing as the bright flash filled the room. The light was blinding, insanely bright. It kept flashing over and over, blasting them with sharp white light. It was like a strobe, but didn’t seem to form a steady rhythm so was unpredictable and harsh to the eyes. It was so dizzying they covered their eyes, yelling and laughing as it continued. Ashley went to push the door but it wouldn’t budge, and as they began to detect a strange scent in the air, the three of them all lost consciousness.

***

Idiots. Esma couldn’t believe they’d been suckered in by some glitzy photo booth. Whoever was dumb enough to think that would work had now been proven right. That pissed Esma off. As the drug wore off and she slowly came-to, she was met with Rich’s pleasantly symmetrical face staring back at her half-asleep. He was naked. She was naked. They were locked together in some sort of contraption. He was on the bottom, legs outstretched and locked to the padded ground with multiple thick black bands. She was straddling him, her calves locked down like his, but her hips in some sort of harness that locked into rails running vertically on either side of her. It looked like she should be able to run her hips up and down along them, but she was locked in place, with some sort of inactive motor holding her firm.

Rich had a raging hard on, half inside her. She was wet from the teasing from a small little vibrator strumming lazily at her clit. This was her first ever cock, she had sucked one once, and she had played with dildos, but never had a real cock inside her. It felt warm and was actually quite pleasant, her opinion surely influenced by her high state of arousal. However calmly concerned she was, Rich awoke to absolute panic. He yelped at the sight of her naked above him, frantically looking all around and examining their restraints, trying desperately not to let his eyes linger on her firm little tits, but failing all the same.

His wrists were locked to the sides of her harness, leaving his hands around her hips unless he deliberately splayed out his fingers – which he was now doing in a pointless attempt at civility. Esma’s wrists were bound together and raised above her head, tied to a rope dangling from the ceiling. It left her tits dangling in full view, her bare freshly-shaved armpits on show. Rich was hyperventilating, struggling to form words between each laboured breathe.

“Oh for fuck sake Rich, just take a minute and calm down.” she said, trying to stave off her own looming panic. He was starting to freak her out even more, and the delectable buzzing of the vibrator was distracting enough on its own. He nodded acknowledgingly, controlling his breathing and looking up and away to concentrate. How did he always find a way to be so annoying? If she were ever to even consider getting with a guy, he would have been the last on her list. She took the opportunity to let her eyes trail downward, admiring his muscular physique and hairy chest. It seems the curls on his head continued all the way down. He caught her looking and they made eye contact for a moment before it scared him off. His eyes darted awkwardly to her chest, and then her shapely hips before realising he was staring and snapping back to meet her gaze. She laughed, he was so goofy it was hard not to, but he only managed a defeated smile before glancing off to the side.

Rich tried to concentrate on their surroundings, the walls were all plain white, with a white door to his left, and the wall to his right made of glass.

“Look!” he said, noticing they could see into another room, where Ashley kneeled in the centre still unconscious. She was restrained in a similar way to Esma, on her knees with her lower-legs locked down, hands clasped above her head, a harness around her pelvis along two rails; but instead of a guy beneath her it was a dildo protruding from the ground. She also had a fluorescent pink ball-gag in her mouth. With her small sweet little face, the bondage gear looked especially bizarre and the contrast was strangely erotic. Seeing her locked up and alone like that worried Esma, more than she had been concerned for herself. Her sweet innocent Ashley. What were they going to do with her? What was this place?!

Ashley woke groggily, surprised to be confronted with her own reflection. She was surrounded with floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all sides. Where was she? She screamed, registering she was tied up, gagged and naked, thrashing madly at her bonds. The movement alerted her to the intruder in her tight wet pussy, a thick rubber cock impaling her, only aided by her slick juices, coaxed out by an incessant buzzing on her swollen nub. She tested the rails, sliding her hips up trying to get off the dildo. She could press up off the floor a little, but the rails slowed her movement and stopped her from lifting up off the rubber phallus. Even with just the tip inside her, it was uncomfortable to maintain the position so she eased her hips back down. She groaned into her gag, fear beginning to overtake her.

She was tight, this was the first thing Ashley had ever had in her pussy, she had never played with toys or been with a man so every movement was stretching her. It wasn’t unpleasant, and the incessant little vibrator was maintaining a low buzz, how long had it been teasing her while unconscious? What did they want with her? Where were Rich and Esma? Locked in another cell like hers? Her eyes were frantic now, a few tears rumbling down her cheeks as she began to come to terms with her predicament, reflected back on her by the mirrored walls. She couldn’t bear the sight of herself in the mirrors, but there was nowhere else to look. She gazed downward to the floor, her eyes meeting a small sign on the ground angled towards her. It said ‘Orgasm for release’

Esma hated seeing her like this. Helpless. Esma always felt like she needed to shield Ashley. Protect her. She was so sweet, so malleable. Like fresh dough. Watching her cry, tied up and alone was heartbreaking. Ashley was looking all around her, but didn’t seem to be able to see them. Esma presumed it was one-way glass, and it saddened her to know that Ashley thought she was all alone.

Rich couldn’t tear his eyes away from Ashley. Esma felt his cock stir when he spotted her. She was turned slightly towards them, so Rich was treated to a view of her tits and flat stomach, as well as the slim profile of her incredible figure. His eyes hungrily scanned her naked form, she was lean, though short, and had shapely legs and a tight little body.

Even naked, the difference between the girls was evident. Ashley’s freckly tanned skin was adorned with pale blue fingernails and painted toes to match, complimenting her bright eyes. Her dirty blond hair was tied back in a cute little pony-tail. Esma on the other hand had dark make-up, bringing out her brown eyes. Her long black hair was also tied back, matching the black painted toes and fingernails. Rich moved his eyes back to Esma, as if registering their stark differences.

“You done eye-fucking my girlfriend, asshole?” she jeered, only half in jest.

“Hey, I’m just trying to figure out what’s…” he stopped mid-sentence as Esma’s hips suddenly slid upwards around his cock before sliding back down. She glared down at herself, surprised by the strength of the motor that had suddenly come to life. She tensed her muscles but couldn’t do anything to control the movement; the motor was incredibly strong.

Looking over at Ashley, they saw her testing her restraints, sliding her hips up and down the rails, Esma forced to match the movements. As Ashley thrust upwards, desperately trying to escape the thick rubber shaft, Esma was held up on the tip of Rich’s dick. Rich groaned as Esma was made to polish his long thick cock with her tight wet snatch. She felt his hands grip her small waist, instinctively trying to pull her up for another thrust, but she was held in place. They were beholden to Ashley’s movements. Now their predicament was becoming clear. Ashley seemed to be reading something in front of her on the floor, Esma couldn’t make it out, but whatever it was made Ashley test the full motion of the mechanics again, thrusting up and down and forcing Esma to pleasure Rich yet again.

Ashley screamed into her gag, once and then again. It reverberated off the mirrors horribly. A guttural, harsh sound she hated to know was coming from her. She flailed around, desperate to escape but held so firmly by her bonds. Was she really going to have to debase herself for whatever sick bastard put her here? To make herself cum on this dildo just to get free? Could she do it? The hum of the vibrator was becoming very convincing. She had been horny since she’d woken up this morning, now this torturous little device was teasing her all over again. She just wanted it to be over. After a long bout of still reflection, she slid up and down along the rails taking the thick cock inside her again. It felt really good, better than she’d expected. Ashley always had her best orgasms from g-spot play, but this had the added benefit of a pleasant full-sensation which was new and strangely arousing.

Ashley was getting into it now, timidly thrusting up and down in slow strokes, forcing Esma to ride Rich’s cock until she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm brewing.

“Oh fuck,” Esma moaned, the steady pace bringing her quickly to the edge, “I’m gonna…” she had never expected that fucking a guy would feel this good. How had it taken her so long to try this? Her pussy walls squeezed hard around his cock as she came, her eyes shooting open in shock. She was disgusted at herself for climaxing on Rich. He was fucking her and she was enjoying it? She couldn’t believe herself, the most boring annoying idiot she’d ever met was inside her, and she could barely contain herself. She was moaning uncontrollably now, Ashley beginning to speed up and find her rhythm.

Esma came again, harder this time, squirting her juices all around his cock, then squeezing again with a smaller climax. The vibrator was really making this easy. The feeling was electric. Rich was groaning now too, his hands gripping Esma’s waist as she was pumped up and down his dick. She could see in his face that he was enjoying himself, and suddenly realised that if they kept going he was going to cum too. Inside her. The thought of having his pathetic DNA inside her nearly made her ill. The image of a guy’s cum being pumped into her was the main thing that put her off sex with men. Having a girlfriend meant Esma didn’t have to be on birth control. She couldn’t even bring herself to think about what would happen if Rich’s cum fucking impregnated her.

“Rich, listen to me. Don’t cum, you need to hold it, okay.” she commanded, locking eyes with him.

“I-I cant,” he said, “Oh fuck, it feels so good.” her pussy was so tight around his cock, he was sure he would burst in a matter of minutes. She scorned at him sternly, her point undermined as she erupted in another powerful orgasm, her body tensing against her restraints, drawing his eyes to her bouncing tits.

“I’m serious, I’m a fucking lesbian Rich, I don’t take the pill.”

“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed. Of course, he had to try and hold it, but looking at her, he could see she was about to cum again, and the feeling of her tight hole clenching around him was almost too much to bear. “Then you need to hold it too. When you cum and tighten around me, it makes it harder to…”

“Oh, fuck. Uh, okay.” Esma mumbled, suddenly realising how difficult her request was first hand. The motion felt really fucking good, especially with the buzzing of the vibrator on her precious little nub. She was right on the edge, and she knew she couldn’t hold out for long.

Looking over at Ashley, she could see her trying to maintain the pace, but she was still crying. She was getting herself worked up. Suddenly she stopped the thrusting and broke down in tears. Sobbing heavily and shaking as she tried to regain her composure. As she stopped, Esma and Rich groaned with relief. They were extremely close, and as desperate as they were for that evasive climax, they finally had some respite from the stress of holding out. Rich saw Ashley in distress too, and his expression dropped.

“These fucking bastards, what the fuck is all this?” he growled, seemingly angrier about what they were doing to Ashley than being locked up himself. Esma empathised with that, it was the first time she felt herself actually liking anything about him.

“This is fucking wierd. This shit wouldn’t be cheap to build. It’s a fucking sex chamber. We’re in some creepy assholes sex dungeon.” she spat, uncertain of her own conclusions. Could one man really construct this alone? Because surely only a man would be behind this sort of sick depravity. Lesbians forced straight, that bizarre classic fantasy men had.

Ashley was taking deep breaths, slowly collecting herself and calming down. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, forced to fuck herself for these disgusting pricks, whoever they were. What choice did she have? If there was a chance she could get out this thing, she wanted off as soon as possible. She managed to regain her composure, sighing and allowing herself to tune into the teasing pleasure gnawing at her, pulsing up from her clit.

Rich and Esma shared a look of concern, knowing Ashley would soon start the motion again.
“Maybe she’ll get there before we do,” he said with a shrug, betrayed by the worry in his tone.

Esma shook her head, “It always takes her fucking ages.”

Rich was taken aback by the unexpected glimpse into their sex life, the thought of these beautiful young girls naked together made his cock twitch again. It wasn’t his first time imagining it, but as a teacher he knew the value of visual aids. Both girls were fully naked before him, that was about as good as you could get.

Ashley began again slowly, with long strokes up and down the shaft. It was maddening. The sensation was incredible, perhaps the best thing Esma had ever felt, and she had to hold it. It took tensing every muscle in her body just to stop her from bursting right away. She could see Rich was struggling too, taking long laboured breaths to try and control himself, but she knew it was only seconds before her resolve would fail her. Hate him as she did, his cock was fucking magnificent. She wondered what Ashley thought of it. Surely the dildo would have to be a close approximation of him for this mechanism to work, at least in length. Was she as enamoured with it as Esma was?

In a way it was like they were having sex together, her and Ashley. A type of sex they never could in reality. The curse of the lesbian lifestyle was no actual penetrative sex. They made do with a lot of tongues and fingers, but this was truly special. She could see the appeal of really fucking someone properly. More importantly for Rich, this was the closest he would ever get to a dream come true. Esma watched him, his eyes trained on Ashley’s form as she moaned and squirmed as she rode the thick cock. Fucking him indirectly, a synchronised tight wet pussy sliding on his member. It was like a simulation. Esma was being forced to watch this loser fuck her girlfriend by proxy, using her own pussy as the conduit. Somehow the sick thought turned her on even more. Reduced down to a sex toy.

Esma came harder than she’d ever felt in her life. Something about having to hold it for so long had built up a cumulative effect which had her wailing, lashing, and squirting all over him. The fucking didn’t stop and she climaxed again just as hard, feeling Rich clenching his grip around her waist as if trying to slow her thrusts. It was quickly getting too much for him.
“Oh shit, no! Nononono!” Esma screamed, forced to keep pumping up and down his girthy dick, propelled towards another mind-shattering orgasm. She burst again, and she could see in Rich’s face he couldn’t hold out any longer. He looked over to Ashley, now drooling from her gag as she moaned in rapturous bliss. She was close too.

She was just a few metres away from him, in full stunning technicolour, her glorious tits and tight naked body just seconds from climax. Rich didn’t want this. For this intimacy to end with him cumming in Ashley’s girlfriend. He was being forced to do something he knew would hurt her so personally. What a cruel trick, but it felt so fucking good. He averted his gaze, meeting Esma’s eyes. Those dark beautiful pitying eyes, and watched as her face was wrought with raw pleasure. She squirted all around his dick, shivering and shaking as it overtook her. The sight of it tipped him over the edge, bursting inside her and filling her with his cum. Every last drop was pumped from his cock, growing sensitive as he finished and the thrusting continued a few seconds longer before Ashley reached her own enormous climax.

He watched as Ashley squirted hard around the dildo, her juices propelled around the room as the vibrator only fuelled the mess. Her body tightened as she came, tautening for a few moments before slumping back with exhaustion. Rich wished he could hear the sounds she made, but he could only see it. The walls were well soundproofed.

Slowly the buzzing ceased as the vibrators stopped, and Ashley’s wrists were freed as the cuffs bleeped and released. Her harness and leg restraints did the same, retracting back and allowing her aching limbs free. She unclasped the ball gag immediately and tossed it away, massaging her jaw and wiping her mouth. She had drooled all down herself.

She stood shakily to her feet, tugging the straps off from around her waist and stepping carefully out of them. Ashley felt drained, but relieved. However horrible the ordeal had been, at least they had kept up their end of the bargain. They had released her, but looking around there was no discernable exit or entrance. Suddenly there was a loud hiss as one of the mirrored walls slid away to one side like an automatic door. Ashley was astonished at what came into view, seeing her girlfriend naked on top of Rich. The two of them were caked with sweat, stinking of sex and dripping with one another’s juices.

“Oh my god! What the fuck… what did they…?” Ashley questioned, padding towards them in shock. She looked like she might burst into tears, moving her arms to cover herself, seeing Rich staring at her as she came closer. “Did you see…?”

Ashely couldn’t seem to bring herself to finish any of her sentences. To let her panicked thoughts form into words.

“Ash, are you okay?” Esma asked, her voice brimming with concern. Rich stayed silent, swallowing hard and looking down with shame. How had he been so weak? How could he have let himself be beaten like this?

Ashley nodded unconvincing, her eyes filled with tears, her mind still grappling trying to understand the contraption they were still locked in.

“It made me copy your movements.” Esma explained, she tried to go on but she didn’t know what else to say. Ashley seemed to piece it together in her mind. Knowing that she had played a part in forcing her girlfriend to fuck her best friend broke her a little more. Ashley crumbled to her knees, falling in a heap beside them in silent sobs. Esma longed to reach around her and hold her. To make it all better, and protect her like she always did, but her arms were still restrained above her head. Still stretched naked on top of Rich, his cock slowly softening inside her. She could feel the hot thick spunk dripping from her hole and almost wanted to retch.

“Come on honey, let’s get out of here.” said Esma encouragingly, trying to catch Ashley’s eyes but her gaze was glued to the floor. Slowly she calmed herself down, wiping away her tears with her shoulder to keep her breasts hidden with her arm. With her spare hand, she reached up and unlatched Esma’s wrists.

Esma sighed with relief as she brought her arms down at last. She used her new freedom to first release the cuffs around Rich’s hands with the side-buckle on each like a seatbelt. Next she released their legs, feeling her joints tingle as she restored motion. Ashley seemed overwhelmed, and went to sit in the corner, her eyes at her feet, arms wrapped around her knees. Rich took one look at her, then back to Esma who seemed similarly ashamed. Despite the gravity of the situation, seeing Ashley walk around naked was having an effect on Rich and Esma could feel it. It made her even more disgusted.

Esma was still held down firmly by the harness, meaning Rich couldn’t slide out; so together they fumbled with the equipment to try and release it. They pulled at latches and straps until it came free, their hands touching awkwardly more than once, but they didn’t say a word. She stood, her full naked form now in full view, cum dripping down her leg. She shivered and turned away to tend to Ashley. Rich rose too, trying desperately to hide his erection, his cock still slick with Esma’s pungent juices.

It was clear Ashley wanted to be left alone, but Esma wrapped her arms around her anyway. She didn’t push Esma away, she couldn’t bring herself to. It wasn’t fair to her, none of this was her fault, or any of their fault. Whoever did this had forced them into this sick mess. Esma coaxed Ashley to her feet, and Rich tested the white door that had been to his left. It opened, and he peered out to see a set of stairs headed up an all-white narrow staircase. On the bottom step were their clothes in neat piles. Rich opened the door fully and walked in, trying to give the girls some privacy. He started to dress, tugging on his clothes and retrieving his phone from beside the pile to power it on.

The girls hugged tightly, Esma dotting her face with kisses and stroking her warm skin. More than anything she just wanted to get her away from here. Taking Ashley’s hand, she led her out the door into the stairway, where Rich was fiddling with his phone half-dressed. Seeing them, he walked up a few steps and stayed turned away, doing up the buttons to his shirt and snapping a quick peek at them naked, consciously trying to store the image in his mind.

“I’ve got a bunch of texts from people asking where we wandered off to.” he told them, the messages slowly pouring into his phone.

Esma quickly pulled her black dress on, popping the jewelry in her handbag with her phone. Ashley needed some help doing up her dress, and Esma gave her a hand before they put their shoes on.

“Just uh, make something up.” said Ashley shakily.

“What!? Why not just tell them what happened?” Esma exclaimed, she was angry. She didn’t know who she was angry at, but she didn’t plan on going quietly. Certainly not keeping this sick secret.

Rich continued up the stairs to the white door at the top. It had a push bar like a fire escape. He pressed it and peeked out to see they were on a main street uptown, pouring with rain. Maybe a few streets over from the bowling alley they had been in.

“Just, I dunno tell them I felt sick and you got us a cab.” Ashley said tiredly, “I just wanna go home.”

Esma softened at that. She could see Ashley was shrinking inwards, she looked beaten. Esma didn’t want to be the cause of any more heartache for her, she felt guilty enough already. But why? She hadn’t had a choice in any of this. Somehow she felt complicit, she had wanted it. It had felt so good. That rolled her up in the blame.

They walked out onto the street together, hugging the walls to stay out of the rain. Rich looked back down the steps before letting the door slam closed on its sprung hinges. There was no handle on the outside. That was it now. They were free. Esma hailed them a cab, and put Ashley inside. Rich stood awkwardly on the curb in the rain, looking sorrowfully over at Ashley.

“You can get your own cab, right?” Esma asked him irritability, though it may have seemed like a kind gesture, it was clear she was asserting that he couldn’t come with them.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” he said, shielding his eyes from the rain to meet her gaze. She gave him a once over, up and down as if deciding what she thought of him anew.

“Okay. Bye.” she said, slamming the cab door closed. He’d wanted to say something to Ashley. An apology maybe. Perhaps it was best that he hadn’t been afforded the chance to fuck it up. Instead he decided to take a walk, texting back their friends and strolling down the street in the rain.

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